Learning From The Persecuted Church
I was at home with my family. We were getting dinner ready. We were about to sit down, when the front door swung open. The police came through the front door, headed directly towards me. They grabbed me, hit me, kicked me. They threw me on the ground still attacking me. My children crying standing right next to me. My wife with our children around her, looked into my eyes, crying, begging the police not to take me. It was no use. They took me. My wife and children following the police still begging them to let me go. My children crying hysterically not understanding what was going on. We got to the front door, the police pushing me along. Cursing at me. Beating me telling me that I'm a traitor. Telling me I have broken the law. Saying that I have harmed national security. We got to their police car. They threw me in. Two officers sat next to me on either side, making sure I didn...